Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Happy Birthday, Robin Williams


Last night, I dreamed that I met Robin Williams in the afterlife. He was hosting a party at his house in heaven. It had really huge glass windows, retro 60's furniture, and a fully stocked bar area. People were drinking martinis and lounging around on bean bag chairs. The walls were covered in dark green velvet and each guest was wearing blue, purple, or green. Some people were also wearing Mardi Gras beads. I had on a purple dress with green feather trim. I also had a fan made of peacock feathers.

Robin Williams was wearing this peacock blue suit and a striped tie. He was going around to everyone that was there, saying hello and welcoming them to his home. When he got to me, he told me I had the most radiant hair he'd ever seen and said: "It gets better, you know. Don't worry. You won't have to bring it either." He knew I was going to ask him how he was feeling -- particularly whether he'd been required to carry his depression to heaven.

Then he gave me a hug before moving on to speak to his other guests. That dream hug was somehow warmer and more sincere than any hug I've ever received in real life. He smelled nice. Some kind of cologne that smelled like mint, the ocean, and chocolate all at once. He would have been 64 today had he lived. RIP, sir. Thanks for inviting me to your party.